I don't think of my characters as people I create, I think of them more as people I have met and whom I'm exploring on the page. I don't actually think of myself as having 'created' any of these people.

Love accepts. Forgiveness comes in time.

You can cut the ties that bind but not without losing a part of yourself. You can walk away and hide from the people who made you, but you'll always hear them calling your name.

Judgment is such a useful shield, isn't it? We can hide behind it, rise above others on its crest, keep ourselves safe and separate.

You [meaning mothers] said good-bye a little every day -- from the minute they left your body until they left your home.

We can't hold on to anyone or anything, you know. We lose everything except that which we carry within us.

There's nothing particularly dark in my past... I live in the light. My disposition is basically happy. I have a good life.